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I paint, I sketch, I read, I write. But nothing I do ever comes out right. I play the piano, guitar, and uke. But if ...
overwhelmed with the need to get away... 8.1.13//3.28.15 #illhueminati
I turn to blank pages to pour my heart into words. Black ink bleeding on white pages. It's my solace. But I fear that someday ...
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